Eden Jeweled Wolf
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Claimed as the Wrong Bride
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Octavia Maddox has no address, no leverage, and no patience for men who think a signature means ownership. Homeless since aging out of the foster system at eighteen, she has built an invisible life in the cracks of Tripicity — sleeping in parking structures, painting in an abandoned warehouse, and performing as Mona Lick at The Meridian, the city's most neutral strip club. She goes by Ash Vane when her art is on gallery walls. Nobody connects the three women. That is the point. When her agent secures her three pieces in a prestigious Carmine Gallery opening, Octavia borrows a dress from a dry-cleaning rack, does her eyes in gold and shadow the way she paints, and walks in looking like someone who has always belonged in rooms like this. She sells a painting. She has a conversation with a man she gives a false name to. She follows him into a gallery courtyard and has the best hour of her recent life. She climbs back through the service window, accepts a glass of champagne, and signs what she believes is an art acquisition contract for a number large enough to finally buy the warehouse she has been saving toward for eight months. She signed six documents. The third was a marriage certificate. Bastien Leclair came to the Carmine Gallery to publicly announce his alliance with the Maddox family through the marriage of their daughter Olivia. Olivia did not show. One of his associates, working from an abbreviated guest list in a crowded gallery, identified a Maddox on the roster and proceeded. Octavia Maddox and Olivia Maddox share a last name and nothing else. By the time Bastien understands what has happened, the documents are witnessed, registered, and binding under Tripicity law. He approaches her at the north wall to explain this. She thinks he is joking. Then she reads the certificate. Then she hands him both sets of documents very deliberately, steps through the window she noted was unlatched forty-five minutes ago, navigates a fire escape in a gallery dress, loses his man across a third-floor crossover walkway, and disappears into the Tripicity night. Bastien Leclair has never encountered a problem that did not eventually become a conversation. He is about to encounter one. The marriage is legally binding for twelve months. If contested before the binding period expires, all financial arrangements are voided — including the commission that was going to buy Octavia her warehouse. She cannot afford to contest it. She cannot afford to accept it. She runs instead, because running is what she knows, and the city she has lived in for years swallows her completely because she was built to be swallowed by it. Bastien's pursuit is patient and methodical and consistently outmaneuvered. Every exit he closes she finds another one. Every piece of leverage he reaches for slides through his fingers because a woman with nothing cannot be held by threatening to take things. He cannot find where she sleeps. He cannot find her address because she does not have one. He cannot find what she loves because she has spent her whole life not letting herself love anything that could be taken. Except the warehouse. And the art inside it. And the black canvas with the gold leaf and the brass filament paper that is becoming a city seen from above at night, shifting and breathing and alive in the room the way a city is alive in the world. He finds the warehouse. He does not touch anything. He leaves something behind so she knows he found it. She paints over the spot where he stood and moves her sleeping location and sits on the floor for sixty seconds and then gets up. Closing around them both is Corporal, the scarred and silent ruler of Blackwing, Tripicity's dominant criminal empire. Corporal does not move against people directly. She moves against the ground beneath their feet, one piece at a time, stripping away the invisible infrastructure that Octavia built so carefully, until the woman who could not be held by any leverage finds herself with nowhere left to stand except closer to the man who closed every other exit. Octavia must decide whether the warehouse is worth twelve months. Whether the man who came prepared for a woman he hadn't met yet is something other than what he looked like in that moment. Whether staying is something she knows how to do. Bastien must decide whether he came to Tripicity for the city or for her, and whether those are the same thing. They are not the same thing. Corporal wins. She always wins. But Octavia Maddox ends the book with an address, a lease with her name on it, and a key she gave to someone she chose. Trigger warnings as we go. Sexual content and Gang violence.
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The Rogue’s Savage Claim on Me
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The wolf didn’t come to protect her anymore. He came to claim what fate had already decided was his. Elowen thought the creature at the edge of her property was only a strange kind of guardian—silent, watchful, almost gentle in the way he lingered in the tree line as if protecting her from something she couldn’t name. Until the night he finally moved. Rain-dark air turns electric with instinct as those golden eyes burn with something feral and starving, and the distance between them shatters in a heartbeat. What follows isn’t an attack, not truly—it’s nature unleashed, a bond demanding to be sealed in the only language the beast understands. Elowen was never being hunted. She was being chosen. In the cold earth of the forest, fear and surrender blur together as something ancient awakens between them—teeth, hunger, heat, and a connection that feels less like violence and more like destiny snapping into place. And when the darkness takes her, Elowen understands one impossible truth: This wolf was never just a wolf. He has been waiting for her. And once the bond is made, it cannot be undone. Because whatever he is… he has marked her as his.
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The Salt King's Innocent Bride
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# Back of Book Summary ## The Salt King's Innocent Bride --- He takes three women to bed the night he takes her world. Evander Voss is the Devil of the Sea. The Salt King of Ironwake, a gothic city built on the hull of a ship so vast it swallows the horizon, one of thousands of floating cities that run the ocean's trade routes and answer to no law but their own. His world is dark iron and salt water and the particular freedom of people who built their civilization on ships that never stop moving. He runs Ironwake with absolute control, absolute patience, and no apologies for either. Sanna Ivory Von Vellacourt comes from the other world entirely. The land masses rising from the sea are few and precious and old, their cities built from white stone and climbing red flowers, their people defined by bloodlines that go back centuries and social codes so deeply ingrained they have stopped feeling like rules and started feeling like gravity. In Redspire, everything is white and crimson and composed. Everything is exactly as it should be. Sanna has spent twenty-three years learning how to look like she agrees. When an ancient debt pulls the Von Vellacourt name into the orbit of the most feared ship city lord on the ocean, Sanna steps into a negotiation she doesn't fully understand to protect the sister she loves. She signs something she shouldn't have. And now she is standing on Ironwake's deck with her trunks from home and her silver crown and her composure intact, married by contract to a man with glowing eyes and no interest in her comfort, about to discover exactly how far from white stone she has come. He knows she isn't the one the debt named. He enforces it anyway. He is not going to soften for her. She is not going to break the way he expects. What comes between them is not a love story. Not yet. First it is a war — fought in silence and proximity and the particular slow cruelty of two people who have every reason to hate each other and cannot stop watching each other anyway. He takes other women. She survives Ironwake one day at a time. His world strips away everything her world made her, and underneath it something harder begins to grow. *The Salt King's Innocent Bride* is a dark fantasy romance for readers who want the heat explicit, the slow burn real, and the love earned through blood and salt and everything it costs two people to finally stop pretending they don't need each other. Some mistakes are worth making. --- ## Content & Trigger Warnings *The Salt King's Innocent Bride* is an adult dark romance intended for mature readers. It contains explicit content and dark themes throughout. Please read with care. **Sexual Content** Explicit sexual scenes, including group sexual encounters, public sexual acts, non-consensual sexual situation (public consummation before witnesses), and dubious consent dynamics throughout. **Violence & Dark Themes** Graphic violence including combat, torture, and death. Depictions of cruelty and brutality. Power imbalance in a forced marriage dynamic. Emotional manipulation and psychological distress. **Relationship Dynamics** Forced marriage. Infidelity and open relationship dynamics on the part of the male lead. Enemies to lovers with sustained hostility. A relationship that causes genuine harm to both parties before it becomes love. **Additional Warnings** Political conspiracy and betrayal. Class-based discrimination and prejudice. Grief and loss. Reference to pregnancy in a dangerous situation. This list may be expanded as the story develops. If you have specific triggers not listed here, please read with care.
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Marked, Broken, and Carrying His Heir
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They wanted a weapon. They created a queen. Novalee Ashford had a simple life-a job she tolerated, a husband she adored, a future she believed in. Then Dante Santoro decided she was his. Ripped from everything she knew, Novalee is thrust into a world of violence, cruelty, and impossible choices. The Santoro family doesn't just want to own her body-they want to remake her soul. Under their brutal tutelage, she transforms from victim to weapon, from captive to bride. But Novalee has a secret: she remembers who she was. And she's planning something they never expected. Vengeance. With Atlas-the guard who was supposed to keep her caged-as her unlikely ally, Novalee plays the deadliest game of her life. Every smile hides a blade. Every submission masks rebellion. Every moment brings her closer to the reckoning they deserve. They wanted to create a monster. They succeeded. Marked Broken and Carrying his Heir is a dark romance containing mature themes and graphic content. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****WARNINGS**** Explicit sexual assault/rape (multiple scenes, graphic) Non-consensual sexual situations Explicit consensual sexual content Sexual degradation and humiliation Forced sexual performance Violence: Graphic murder (on-page) Torture (physical and psychological) Domestic violence and abuse Blood and gore Beatings and physical assault Captivity & Control: Kidnapping and imprisonment Human trafficking elements Forced marriage Psychological manipulation and gaslighting Conditioning and breaking Loss of autonomy Trauma & Loss: Pregnancy loss (violent, explicit) Forced hysterectomy Suicide (referenced/off-page) Grief and mourning PTSD symptoms Other: Forced drug administration Starvation/food control Sleep deprivation Isolation Death of spouse (on-page, graphic)
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